Morose

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha

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With Neema turning her hand gently and examining the wound, Nora felt quite silly. She had always prided herself on an allegiance to facts and to reality. And although she had not ordered the Nobel Prize catalogue herself, it would not have been out of her character to do such a thing. A bluestocking to the very end, she would have excelled as a clerk, and was, quite frankly, wasting her potential by working for her father as an assistant. All of those thoughts flooded her mind, making her feel incredibly childish and foolish as Neema inspected the branding.

"...Yes, there were," Nora replied, her face a mixture of shock and confusion. She knew that it could simply be a party favor of some sorts. Perhaps a rationalization that no one would bother to create such an intricate brand if they were only to use it once. But at the same time, due to its mystical origins, it did appear to demand a mystical explanation.

With her hand released, Nora glanced down at the branding once more, and then returned her attention to Neema. The mark of Bastet--if she recalled, the Lady Munn had come to a similar conclusion about the markings. She was about to ask what stories Neema had referenced, in order to learn more about the origin of the mark, when Neema looked deeply into her eyes. At first, Nora expected some sort of grave and dramatic statement, and she appeared nervous and ever so slightly terrified herself. The woman's good nature appeared to have vanished.

What does that mean? Nora attempted to say, but the words failed her. It was as if some force was compelling her, preventing Nora from saying anything else, or from reaching to her notebook, as was habit, to record the language she had just heard. No, instead, she heard herself reply in a language she did not quite understand, and her heart beat accelerated with true terror. She did not have control or comprehension of the words she uttered.

"At-a em kshat-ten; aru-a em kshent-a; nuk un rekesh-eksh-eth; teseriu hra-sen er-a. Nuk unv!"

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Astronomy exam ended early. ^^ Got forty-five minutes till I gotta go study, gonna try and bang out a post for everyone's favorite....quiet British person.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: the Galley

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Hearing they had a drunk, Dorothy titled her head slightly. She hadn't been able to see the doctor from her vantage point, but sure enough, as she stood on her tiptoes and leaned slightly over the counter, she saw the mess that was Jahosafat. Sighing a bit, Dorothy shook her head. The Alliance members on the ship were already enough of a problem sober, but while drunk? As a doctor, Dorothy knew very well the effects of alcohol--especially its impacts on impulse control.

"...More like a future patient, Captain," Dorothy joked, smiling ever so slightly. Had there not been so many deaths already that day, doubtlessly of the man's friends, Dorothy might have found the situation pathetic. But as it was, she couldn't stand drunkards. They only served to remind her of her father and the life she had left behind on Boros. As the man protested that it was a toast, Dorothy rolled her eyes. "Some toast, then...An entire bottle?"

She could see mourning Quinn, but not the person he was when he died--the person that he used to be. Of course, she kept silent on that opinion. She could think about Camilla and Quinn privately on her own time. Her best friend was in too much pain for her to do otherwise. Turning her head ever so slightly as Harper, the pilot entered, Dorothy nodded at him slightly. She felt a brief moment of panic seeing that Daphne wasn't there with him, but she figured her sister must have been at the helm of the ship.

"You ain't grieving, doc," Dorothy sighed, a bit of irritation in her voice. Had it been anyone else, she likely would have helped them to stand, and ensured that they kept away from the smashed glass on the ground. "You're just getting pissed, and you won't remember a thing come morning. You'll drink again and the cycle'll continue," Dorothy finished, deferring to Anisa as to whether or not they'd be conversing with Harper.

That was the Captain's decision to make, after all.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

I love collabs myself personally, mostly because I get cravings for specific characters. I do this with my TV shows and my books, where if I'm craving a character or a set-up, I'll binge it. I'll go back and read every post by that character--for example, if I'm on a Great Bazhooli kick, I go and read all the Great Bazhooli posts. The best posts for a craving? Collabs. The character interaction seems so much more genuine to me, since you're able to have a smoother and more natural dialogue flow. Plus, you get to come up with insanely cute ship names. Like Gavi? Love that.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea How exactly does Nakai work? Would it be something Virginia would be able to do constantly throughout the soon to come epic fight scene, or is it more brief?

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Nallore @FantasyChic @Witch Cat: 3 day extension starts from this post.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii@FantasyChic

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Hello, my darlings, hello! It is such a shame that none of you have yet to perish, but do not fret, I am sure that it will be soon to come. The odds can only remain in your favor for only so long, after all! Yet I am sure you are wondering: why have the police not yet arrived? It is most troubling, is it not? I continue to roll and roll and roll, but the boys in blue never appear...I wonder, my dears, if you have already been left alone, left to die.

Coventry isn't that different from Altsoba after all...

December 28th, 2016 - Coventry Horrors, Lobby

Andromeda frowns a bit, noticing that Emmie is obviously upset. She can't exactly blame the kid--how old was she, fifteen? fourteen? Andromeda couldn't tell, but it didn't really matter. Emmie had nearly witnessed two murders that day. It was enough to do a number on anyone's psyche, especially a kid's. "The same person, I imagine," Andromeda answered finally, thinking through the events of that day.

"They mentioned a name--Marlowe--on the phone. That's a good a place as any to start," Andromeda continued, glancing out the hotel windows. The police still hadn't arrived. "Looks like we're on our own, kid." Stepping behind the front desk for a moment, she locked up the register, put a neat little BE BACK LATER sign up, and then walked over to the doors of the hotel.

"Hardly anyone's staying here--which is good for us," Andromeda explained, as she locked the hotel doors. Guests at the hotel all had keys that worked in the side entrance, but for the most part, only the group upstairs, crowding around the wardrobe, and then those in the lobby were present. It was the Christmas season, after all. Halloween themed activities weren't too popular. And with the serial killer (Folly), hardly anyone wanted to travel to Coventry.

"Let's go catch an asshat, then," Andromeda nodded at Emmie, before beckoning to the girl to follow her up the stairs, heading towards the fifth floor.

December 28th, 2016 - Coventry Horrors, Seventh Floor

Keenan glances over at Sera, still helping to hold back an obviously distraught Aloise. The ex-marine is staring at wardrobe in shock, hardly comprehending the events that happened. Protecting Liam had always been her mission, her top priority--and here she was, having failed at that task to the extreme. She knew very well that there was little known about those wardrobes.

"Do you hear anything?" Aloise finally asked Sera, referring to the angels the girl could hear. Maybe, just maybe, there'd be some sort of helpful discussion about the wardrobe and what to do....And although Aloise was oblivious to this, Sera would hear nothing.

"Just agents, don't worry 'bout it," Keenan reassured Sera, though it was obvious he was lying. There was something about his contacts that he didn't want to share--but what?

December 28th, 2016 - Cirque Anomaly

Before Lilith can find a source of water, she'll be pulled aside suddenly. She can make out the second string acrobats frantically working to put out the flames, and in the distance, Boris' cackles are continuing. Seems he made it out of the tent after all, and didn't simply do it as a suicide attempt.

"This is why we need you to do this for us," a strong male voice hisses. It's the circus ringmaster--a former fire-eater who ended up buying out Cirque Anomaly ten years ago. He's stressed to the extreme, as is evident as he runs a hand through his hair and lets out a heavy sigh. "Use whatever means necessary to track Folly down and bring her home. She burns at midnight."

December 28th, 1929 - Coventry Horrors, Attic

Folly looks a bit terrified and concerned as another person falls out of the wardrobe, landing onto the floor. Having never met Liam before, she didn't recognize the man. The girl gripped her shotgun a little tighter, prepared to make a move if needed. She allowed Eudora to do most of the talking, watching the exchange between the two of them silently.

Fortunately, Liam isn't majorly hurt, and no one seems to have discovered the trio up in the attic. The sounds coming in from the window are the same as before, and no one else looks like they're stumbling out of the wardrobe. As Liam glances up from checking on his gun, however, Folly will have vanished. A glance over towards where she had been standing will reveal an open window, and if Eudora and Liam hurry over to take a peek, they can perhaps spot Folly moving quickly through the streets.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Millicent Wyndham, 1823

@Sigil

@Lady Amalthea



I have so many questions now. O.O

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

I'll be getting a post up today as soon as possible. Everyone except for Pundii will be granted a 3 day extension on posts.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Pundii: Day 7